POET OF THE WEEK
Moises Himmelfarb
Week of April 2
Back to your body of water collection
344/365
344/365
SED
Sin versos, sin ríos, sin luces.
Subyace la gota, la vena revienta.
Sin sangre, sin besos, sin lunas.
Tenemos reflejos, las olas excavan.
Sin noches, sin hielo, sin cuerpo.
Hay una espalda, un corredor, una puerta.
No tenemos espacio para tu sed.
Una garganta se petrifica, sin nada.
SED
Sin versos, sin ríos, sin luces.
Subyace la gota, la vena revienta.
Sin sangre, sin besos, sin lunas.
Tenemos reflejos, las olas excavan.
Sin noches, sin hielo, sin cuerpo.
Hay una espalda, un corredor, una puerta.
No tenemos espacio para tu sed.
Una garganta se petrifica, sin nada.
THIRST
With no verses, no rivers, no lights.
The drop lurks beneath, the vein bursts.
With no blood, no kisses, no moons.
We have reflexes, the waves dig up.
With no nights, no ice, no body.
There is a back, a hallway, a door.
We have no space for your thirst.
A throat turns to stone, with nothing.
Moises Himmelfarb 32, Seattle
Translated from Spanish by Martin Boyd
TRANSLATE THIS POEM
FAVORITE POETRY FORM Beat poetry really speaks to me. Allen Ginsberg is my artistic hero.
READING NOW The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp.
DEAREST BODY OF WATER The Pacific Coast in Mazatlan where I went to college. I saw countless sunsets there.
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